Up Every Morning
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinking that the world looks fine, yeah
You're late
Trading my time for the pay I get
Limiting all the money that I made yet
Finding the traffic just to make my way
While I live for the end of the day
And it's a five o'clock world when I'm so lost
No one holds a piece of my time
And there's a long-haired girl in a place I know
To ease my trouble and mine, yeah
You're late
In the shelter of her arms, everything's okay
She talks and the world goes slip
And I know no reason I could still go wrong
When every other reason is gone, yeah
And it's a five o'clock world when she waits for me
Nothing else matters at all
Cause every time a baby smiles at me
I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah
You're late
You're late
You're late
You're late